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2002-05-09 THE COMBINATION OF CLASSES IN CODING THEORY AND MINIMALISM IS SHORTENING MY ALREADY BARELY VERBAL THOUGHT INTO ABBREVIATIONS WITH MATHEMATICAL NOTATION INFUSED BETWEEN. ANYTHING ABSTRACT FILTERS THROUGH THE MATH BRAIN AND BECOMES A SEQUENCE OF SETS THAT OVERLAP IN UNION OR WILL HAVE THE NEGATIVE IMAGERY OF BEING A COMPLEMENT TO SOMETHING. AND PERHAPS WRONGLY. I LOSE TRACK OF THE 'I'. EVERYTHING IS IN THE TEXT, WITHIN THE NUMBERS AND NO REFLECTION FROM SELF TO WORLD IS PERCEPTIBLE IN THE BUSY-NESS. THE BUSY-NESS CONSISTING EXACTLY OF CONSTANT ME-TO-WORLD SATELLITE FEEDS. BUT HOPE ENOUGH IN A DREAM WHERE I WAS A GUEST ON THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW. MARY AND I WERE IN AN ICE CREAM PARLOR AND THE CLERK HAD QUIT OUT OF UNKNOWN FRUSTRATION...PERHAPS STEMMING FROM UNDERAPPRECIATION. HILARIOUS TIMES ENSUED WHEN WE FOUND OURSELVES KNEE-DEEP IN VANILLA SOFT SERVE STILL NOT BEING ABLE TO MAKE IT A CHOCOLATE TWIST, OR TURN IT OFF, OR EVEN GET A BIT OF IT TO STICK TO ANY PART OF THE CONE. USING HANDS AS SCOOPS IN MAKING DISGUSTING BALLS OF ICE CREAM ATOP A SUGAR CONE...HANDING IT TO PEOPLE FOR FREE AT THE COUNTER. REMINISCENT OF ILOVELUCY AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY EPISODE. I PUSHED HER DOWN INTO THE PILE OF MELTING COOLNESS DURING A 'COMMERCIAL BREAK' AND SHE PULLED ME DOWN INTO IT TOO AND WE ATE IT OFF THE FLOOR LAUGHING AND PATHETIC. RELIEF IN BEING ABLE TO DREAM SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE MACABRE. THOUGH MTM CAN MAKE THE DEATH OF A CLOWN FUNNY...IT WASN'T QUITE THAT SHADE OF A SHOW. LATELY; IN MY ACADEMICALLY BRAINWASHED HAZE, I'VE BEGUN FORMING THESE THEORIES OF HIGHER AND LOWER LANGUAGE. THAT...WE JUST HAVEN'T QUITE FOUND THE EQUATION BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T FOUND THE 'HIGHER EQUATION' IN WHICH ABSTRACT LANGUAGE IS NESTED WITHIN. SOMETHING LIKE HOW C++ SPEAKS TO TURBO PASCAL. I'M WALKING IN THE BLURRED HALLWAY BETWEEN LANGUAGE AND NUMBERS AND DON'T SEE ANY EXIT SIGNS. BUT I THINK THAT AN APPLAUSE SIGN VIA THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW MAY BE A START, OR CLOSE ENOUGH. |